Power of Prayer

The following is an email I had sent out to some friends last Thursday following a horrible day. You never know what is going to happen when you wake up!

As the kids and I were headed out the door for me to take AA to school and then for the rest of us to go to Bible Study our morning took a quick change for the bad. Bubby had gotten his shirt wet while he was eating breakfast, so I took it off of him and threw it in the dryer. I finished getting everything packed up and then took him out to the car. I sat him in his car seat and noticed that I had not put his shirt back on him. For some reason that I will never know or forget, I didn't buckle him in his car seat. I sat him there and then turned to go get his shirt out of the dryer. At this point my Denali is parked in the garage and his car door is probably fifteen feet away from my dryer which is right inside our door. As I turn my back to him and head to get his shirt I heard Addisyn scream. I turned around to see Bubby laying on the concrete garage floor. He had fallen out of the car onto the ground. My heart started racing. I picked him up expecting to see blood, but didn't. He cried for a very short amount of time. I couldn't find a bump on his head anywhere. He got very disoriented and started to get pale. I am now cuddling him frantically trying to call KK to ask her what to do and to get my girls to her, all while trying to find his shirt in the pile of shirts inside the dryer. I rush over to KK's house, right around the corner, and drop off the girls and then head towards our pediatricians office. On the way to the Dr's office Bubby threw up and his eyes were rolling in his head. At this point I got frantic and hysterical. I called TW and he left the office to meet me at the Dr's office. We went into the Dr's office and our Dr. was not in yet, he was still at the hospital checking in on the newly born babies. After waiting with the nurse at the office TW and I decided to head to the hospital because Bubby was getting worse. While at the Dr's office I called KK and asked her to go to the prayer room and pray for our little guy. While on the way to the hospital he projectile vomited and became extremely groggy. I was even more hysterical and completely scared. I was trying to keep him awake by tickling him. He would smile but could barely get his little eyes open. I took him into the ER with throw up all over him so now all over me. They got him back in a room right away. As soon as we got into the room in the ER he made a huge turnaround. He was suddenly alert and looking around, smiling, pointing, and engaging with us. For some reason I remember looking at my watch and it was around 9:20 or 9:30. This would have been right around the time that the faithful prayer warriors would have been leaving the prayer room to head into the morning study. This was a GOD MOMENT for sure! I didn't put all of those pieces together until after leaving the hospital. But, there is no other explanation for his complete turnaround other than the Grace of God! Our pediatrician came to the ER and examined him and even suggested that we didn't need any tests ran, but being the anxious ridden gal I am I insisted they do a CT scan to be sure everything was okay. They did the CT scan and everything was normal. Praise God! We walked away with a slight concussion and a happy baby. Oh, how easily it could have ended up differently. The amazing power of prayer and God's loving and healing hand is my complete explanation of our good news. This will be something that I will never forget. A true miracle I believe. How great is our God! I am just in awe of him at the moment. Trust in the Lord for he is good. That was my lesson learned along with ALWAYS buckle in the baby. :)

It was a long emotional day. Feelings of guilt have come and gone and come and gone. I will never forget what my poor baby looked like in that hour of hysteria for me. It is a picture that seems to be haunting me at the moment. But, I must concentrate on the good.

I cannot thank each of you enough for your prayers! It saved my baby! The very fact that I knew I had the greatest friends and a room full of ladies that would be praying for our little guy was something I took comfort in during all of this crisis. That is all I kept telling myself "get someone to that prayer room, get someone to that prayer room!" I don't even think I asked KK to go to the prayer room, I am pretty sure I demanded she go! :) Community is great and I am thankful for each and every one of you!